I stare at the tentacle, then realize that I am probably hallucinating. That idea has made me a lot braver, and I wave at it, giggling furiously. "Hello." my voice sounds raspy and gravelly to my ears, as if I hadn't talked in a while.
I kick up some sand, and realize that it's an odd gray colour. I don't think that's normal. Wait, how can I know something is normal and not normal, and ask myself how I know that, when I don't even know who I am?
No one wins a butter eating contest. |